[ whatever change she might have expected, it certainly wasn't this. enough so that her surprise (quiet though it is) steals across her expression with no attempt to quell it. peggy inhales, shifts the way she's propped up on an elbow, and jams a pillow behind her shoulders to better sit up by some small degree. thoughtless, really, as to how the squashing might deform the pillow's shape. ]
Good God. [ her first words are on instinct. ] I'm terribly sorry.
[ so too are the third and fourth and fifth.
peggy understands that these are the appropriate things to say in a situation like this. she's heard others say them -- she's trod around the topic with jane this past week, although her husband has only been sent back temporarily. or so jane most certainly claims.
but the truth is that she can't really feel bad about the prospect of someone going home. isn't that what they're all after, no matter what companionship is sacrificed in the process? this is the brave front she forces herself to wear in the face of every friendship and partnership. that these are and must always be associations born out of convenience and circumstance. these are not forever things. she almost follows up with the suggestion that he'll meet his funny little artificial consciousness again, someday.
instead, she combs her fingers through a mess of undone curls. ]
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Good God. [ her first words are on instinct. ] I'm terribly sorry.
[ so too are the third and fourth and fifth.
peggy understands that these are the appropriate things to say in a situation like this. she's heard others say them -- she's trod around the topic with jane this past week, although her husband has only been sent back temporarily. or so jane most certainly claims.
but the truth is that she can't really feel bad about the prospect of someone going home. isn't that what they're all after, no matter what companionship is sacrificed in the process? this is the brave front she forces herself to wear in the face of every friendship and partnership. that these are and must always be associations born out of convenience and circumstance. these are not forever things. she almost follows up with the suggestion that he'll meet his funny little artificial consciousness again, someday.
instead, she combs her fingers through a mess of undone curls. ]
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